Chapter 2: The First Night

                                    

                                          
The drive was very silent. The only few spoken words were by Cas, giving simple directions.
                          
When they finally arrived at his house, there were no cars in the driveway.
                          
"No one home?" Dean asked curiously.
                          
Castiel shook his head shyly. 
                          
"Are you going to be okay?"
                          
Again, Castiel shook his head shyly.
                          
Dean didn't know what to do.
                          
"Would you... uhmm, like me to stay for a while? For some company?"
                          
Castiel slightly smiled while looking down. He look towards Dean. "Are you sure? How would everyone react if they found out that you, Dean Winchester, popular boy, was hanging out with an outcast like me?"
                          
Dean was shocked. Did he really just saw that? Does everyone think I'm this shallow or something? Is that how everyone sees me? he thought.
                          
"I don't give a shit what they say. I want to make sure you're okay. I'll stay as long as you want, as long as you need me." Dean offered.
                          
Castiel sighed and threw his head back on the car seat "Okay, if you insist on staying, it should e fine. Let's go."
                          
Castiel led Dean up to the front door and Dean stared out into the yard while Castiel fumbled with his keys and finally unlocked the door.
                          
Cas flipped the lights in the main hall and took off his shoes. "Make yourself comfortable." he said as he left the room.
                          
Dean didn't know what to do. Make myself comfortable? I barely know this kid, yet somehow he knows me. Does he go to my school? I've never noticed him. he thought. He wandered around and after a while, he heard a door open behind him further down the hall. He turned to find Cas, wrapped within a towel.
                          
"Sorry, I decided to take a shower," Cas puffed as he was using a towel to dry his hair, "Probably should have told you."
                          
"Oh, it's not problem." Dean said with a slight smile trying to not make Cas feel bad, even though he thought it would've been nice to be informed.
                          
As Dean was glancing up and down his long, smooth, now glistening from the water and steam, skin of Cas, he cocked his head to the side and squinted slightly as he brought his eyes upon cuts on his arm. Rather deep cuts, in fact. I guess he hadn't noticed it because of the colored shirt Cas was wearing, not to mention it was pretty late and the sun had taken a dive many hours before they even left the party.
                          
Cas had noticed Dean starting to look at his arm, and as he looked down tro wrap his arm in a towel he used for his hair, he sighed "He wouldn't let go. He was content with having his way. I don't know why I let it get this bad..." Cas lowered his head. "It is suprisingly painful under the hot fumes and waters of my shower, I guess I wasn't thinking about it." Cas chuckled, the thought of how he could forget about such a wound amused him. He looked at Dean with a smile. "Next time, I guess I'll just have to have someone hop in their with me and help me won't I?" he asked, flashing Dean a wink before he went to his room to change.
                          
Dean looked around before finally settling himself down onto a plush blue couch sitting in the lounge area. When Cas appeared again, Dean couldn't stop staring. He barely knew this guy, actually, he didn't, he just saved him, yet he was totally comfortable around Dean in just sweatpants. His body still glistened, still slightly damp. He looks so beautiful. I mean, uh, what? I didn't just say that. I barely know him and I'm positive that I'm straight. But, wait, didn't he hit on me earlier? Dean thought. Suddenly the situation changed and he shifted awkwardly in seat on the couch.
                          
Cas came and sat next to him on the couch so close that Dean could smell his hair and his freshly glazed cologne. Cologne? This late at night? Why? Dean questioned himself. While Dean tried to assess the situation, Cas flipped through the channels on the flat screen on the wall adjacent of them. He finally stopped when he found a horror movie playing. It was only five minutes into it, and it was Cas' favorite horror flick.
                          
Cas leaned back on the couch, and Dean tried to pay more attention to the TV than what seem to be the glowing angel next to him on this now slightly damp blue couch. 
                          
The movie only had about 20 minutes left when Dean felt a slight pressure on his shoulder. He turned his head slightly to find Cas passed out and leaning on Dean comfortably for support. Dean didn't want to shift himself much, so he watched the rest of the movie, then decided to carry Cas to his bed and then head home. 
                          
Dean adjusted his hands so they would glide Cas' head slowly and lightly to the couch cushion. When he succeeding in not managing to wake Cas so far, Dean went to lift him and - suprising - he was alot lighter than he thought Cas would be. 
                          
He wandered for a short time before finding the right bedroom. He placed the boy on the bed, and pulled the covers over him. Dean turned to leave, when he felt something reach out and pull at his arm.
                          
Cas' eyes slightly crept open to spot Dean, and -at this point, Dean thought he was tipsy or something- he whispered "Can you lay here with me? I'd feel safer with big, strong Dean Winchester watching over me." 
                          
"Uhmm, sure." Dean choked. 
                          
And with that, as Cas felt Dean's body easing onto the other side of his bed, he smiled as his eyes drooped down and he fell asleep, after backing up to the point that he could feel Dean's warmth emitting from his body.